Van diemen s land

Come all you gallant poachers who ramble void of care, Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare, The hare and lofty pheasant you have at your command, Not thinking of your...

Come all you gallant poachers that ramble void of care That walk out on a moonlight night with your dog, your gun, your snare The hare and lofty pheasant, you have at your command Not thinking on your...

Hold me now, oh hold me now Till this hour has gone around And I gone, on the rising tide For to face Van Diemen's land. It's a bitter pill I swallow here To be rent from one so dear. We fought for...